Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-09-21
DAILY HERALD.
The Bells Burning Words.

Ihe BeIHS burning WOrdSs
The front of magnifcence resi-
dence closed with violent slam. An
thony Jenlo, muttering angrily, came
down the steps. The door opened,
and a little boy, bright-eyed and full
of mischief, came out.
won't you bring me something! 7"
the child called.
mo L went" the man harshly re-
piled, 'you are so mean that l ought
never to give you anything"
81 didn't mean to be bad"
eyes, you did. You are getting SO
that there is no living in the house
with you"
"You don't love me, then, do you ?"
Nobody can love you when you are
so bad"
won't you let me kiss you ?"
mo, | won't. Go back into the
Jenlo hurried away. He was going
to a distant part of the State to be
gone several days. 81 ought not to
have spoken to the little fellow that
way" he unused when he had boarded
the train. He took newspaper from
his pocket, glanced at the headlines of
a fearful calamity, and his eyes fell
upon an item headed, "a little boys
sudden DEATH" He turned the paper
over and the first thing he saw was
"a child drownedw
81 ought to have kissed him." he
mused. but was fretted," he said
in apology to himself. "a man that's
worried over business as much as |
am don't know what he's saying half
the time"
The first thing he heard upon step
ping off the train at the end OF his
journey was the shrek of a child. He
shuddered, and little face, dearer to
him than his own life, suddenly arose
before him. Even while engaged in
the transaction of his business he con-
stantly heard in the sweet but troubled
accents OF child the words: "You
don't love me, then, do you?"
AT night he went to the theater. A
little boy ran out On the stage. Jenlo
went to his hotel. He tried to read.
"You don't love me, then, do you?"
He went to bed, but could not sleep.
He tossed, cold, and then feverish. A
midnight bell rang out the words,
"You do not love me, then, do you?"
At last he slept. He saw several men
carrying something. covered with a
black shawl, on litter. When the
men saw him they put down their
burden and hid their faces. He lifted
the black covering and saw the man
gled body of his boy. With a groan
he awoke. 'I must 60 home," he
caid s.T will NOT x.,o II ,,nt;l ,,,or,;,,, ,,
He went to the station. A train was
just starting. He would not suffer
himself to doze. 1t was evening when
he reached home. AS he neared his
house he heard man, in speaking to
a companion, say that the body Of the
boy had not been recovered.
''The little fellows father, they say,
is away from home"
Eyes, so understand"
Jenlo hurried along the street.
my God!" he said, sis that hearse
in front of my house? No, it's car
riage farther down."
Everything about the house was
still. He shuddered as he opened
the front door and entered the hall.
Then there came a loud yell of delight
dIlo Ills UOy DOuIlucu OOWH Lllc StdlIS.
"Thank GodW exclaimed Jenlo,
catching him in his arms; "Thank
God!"
"What did you bring me?''
81 didn't bring you anything, pre-
cious; but tomorrow you may have
anything you want"
"I've had lots of fun since you've
been gone," said the boy, while the
father, in prayerful happiness, still
pressed him to his bosom. 81 got a
old cat up on the fence and throwed
stones at her, and she spit at me, and
said, 'Wow-ow;' and Willie Babcock
punched her with stick, and she
spit at him and said 'Wow-cut-er-
row."
The quiet sleep of thankful heart
visited the father that night. No
midnight bell rang out burning words.
A curly head rested on his arm; a
face OF sweet mischief in repose
nestled close to his bosom. Il Arkan-
saw Traveller.